humming

there's a certain sort of comfort
to listening to oldies in your daddy's car
with the sun in your eyes, humming.

there's a certain sort of nostalgia
to licking dripping ice cream
while walking home, humming.

there's a certain sort of wanting
to holding on to rosy dreams of yesterday's,
golden and shiny and waiting, waiting,

while the world tumbles on recklessly,
and you stand there, humming.

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A/N: i like the word, humming. it was the only thing i could do because i couldn't whistle like my brother.
inspired by the jackson five's ABC which reminded me of sesame street and when i was really really small.